ON THE FALL OF GERMANY IN THE WORLD CUP br ------------------- br br When heroes fail br they do not wail; br they do not cry br but only in the sly br br my men were strong br they did no wrongs, br they came and went br goals none did they sent br br before they burnt br to ashes hot br they heeled the ball br toying with their balls br br nimble and swift br their names lifted heads br they were klosing others paths br and mulling others hearts br br they were spine scatterers br they webbed spidering all along br they spread into the field br like the netting hunter br they closed upon the field br hankying it into pockets sealed br br I love the Germans br for the beauty of their play br the lovely games they swayed br into their winning pots arrayed br br Yet, it was the last match br the hour of defeat snatched br from the legs of our knights br the goals they launched to our delight br br br latching the door to the gold cup br parting their pace half way br the Heroes fell astray br yet, never did they cry br braving with chests of dismay! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !br br lalitha iyerbr br